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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 113
Amy gave a breathtaking smile. “I’ve been feeling
so awful! Thank you.”
Everyone smiled with approval. The performance
was beautiful. Fiona was a little bit shocked at her
own cynicism.
She turned her head and saw the way John was
watching the scene, his expression a mixture of incredulity,
admiration and disgust.
Maybe, she tried to tell herself, Amy had learned
something from this other than how to feign remorse,
assuming she hadn’t already known how to do that.
Could it be that she’d become just a little more aware
that nastiness didn’t win friends?
Fiona’s inner teenager murmured, Yeah, right.
Amy was weepy, glowing with relief and reveling in
being the center of attention. Willow, once again colorless,
had slipped to the periphery as if trying to vanish.
Dieter, bless his heart, had gone with her and was
ignoring Amy.
Fiona was exhausted. She had never before appreciated
so much that classes were only fifty minutes
long. She also discovered that, while she didn’t want to
go home, she wanted them to go home.
Meanwhile she was having a debate with herself about
whether to take Amy aside and tell her a little went a long
way and she really, really didn’t have to lay it on so thick.
She was saved by the necessity by John, who took
a few steps forward, cleared his throat and said,
“Anyone hungry?”
The boys forgot Amy and Willow.